Today is the first day I haven’t thought of you
It’s not just the soul
Of the one you once loved
But you also lose places
Lost spaces of found contentment
Haunting me as I see them in the rearview
Places of love now places of jest or irrevocable loss
My exhaust blowing out fumes as toxic as what we once called us.
Sometimes even just a taste
Will transport me back
To a time when things were
alot more dark and complex
And it sometimes shakes me
Because from the jump
We felt so mismatched
And now I feel I can’t trust myself